Title: Watching
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: T
Beta: None (feel free to offer)
Summary: Xander watches him.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Joss Whedon and associated companies. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN1: Constructive criticism is welcome. This is a finished story because I am not good with filler. If this story inspires you to write a story of your own please send me a link, I would love to read it. Reviews are muse food. Feed my muse.

Watching him dance is like watching someone have sex with their clothes on. He moves in ways that never fail to make my pants a size too small. If I were better with words I would write pages dedicated to the way he moves. Somehow though, the only coherent words I can think while watching him are 'animal grace' and they seem dull and cliché on my tongue.

Something in me wants to belong to him. I find that shocking because the faint voice of the primal hidden inside of me tells she is alpha, but even she wants to submit to him. It confuses me that I want to dominate him as much as submit. I want to wear his mark on my neck for all to see, I want to rut against him until the scent of the girl he is dancing with is gone from his skin.

It's not only dancing, his fighting is something I can't help but watch… that is probably why I limp home most nights. He looks feral when he fights. The way he stalks his prey, the way he bounces on the balls of his feet like a prize fighter in the ring or maybe a kid in a toy store, it is memorizing. The way his eyes flash yellow always makes my breath catch, not in fear but because I can't help but picture them flashing above me as he lunges down to sink his teeth in.

Watching him is my passion that is until I am jolted from my fantasies when he sneers at me, calls me donut boy or leaves with someone female which reminds me of how he could never be mine. I wonder if I will ever get lost in watching him, I wonder if I will ever let my jealousy get the better of me and will stride across the dance floor, pull whatever slut has herself plastered against him and claim his lips like I want him to claim me. I think he wouldn't mind the headache he would get to see me on my ass if I ever did that, so I guess until then I will just keep watching.

Fin